Insanity

The whispering winds
Are calling her name.
Voices in her head
Are playing little games.

"Jump off a chair
Tie it around your neck
Either way you do it
You'll get the same effect".

Satan is winning
She's pulling it tight.
She's going to hell
By dying tonight

Her gorgeous dead face
Is now a pretty blue.
Now, she's in the air
Hanging all for you.

Renee
xx